Then, he surveyed their surroundings.

The bedroom had been well-decorated, suggesting that she planned to stay here for a while. Lowering his head, he whispered, "You're angry with me, but you don't want to leave, do you? The fact that you haven't moved out means you still care about our marriage.”

Rena closed the book slowly, a sneer playing on her lips.

“Mr. Fowler, don't flatter yourself. | only stayed in this marriage for the children. Have you forgotten about Alexis' condition?”

Waylen was taken aback.

Alexis had autism, so Rena just stayed for their daughter sake?

"That's it. You can leave now,"

Rena said softly, acting as if he was a complete stranger.

But just a few days ago, in his car, she had a different expression on her face.

"Waylen, | want to kiss you," she had said with intoxication in her eyes.

Waylen couldn't bring himself to leave.

Instead, he held onto Rena's wrist, preventing her from escaping. He still wanted to kiss her, but as he leaned in, she turned her face away.

“Don't touch me," she said firmly.

Despite her resistance, Waylen was persistent.

However, Rena suddenly froze and then plucked a long black hair from his shoulder with her slender fingers.

The hair didn't belong to Rena.

Looking at the strand, his brows immediately furrowed.

He hadn't been involved with any other woman. The only time he could think of was when Mavis hugged him unexpectedly at the hospital.

Could it have come from her?

Rena's smile turned cold.

“It's disgusting.”

She couldn't believe that Waylen would fall for Mavis’ shameless trick to sabotage their relationship.